The eyes of the television crew began to look strange.
"Alright, alright, I waited until you finished filming before coming over, I gave you face, shouldn't you give me some too?"
"What 'face' do you have?"
An assistant director couldn't help but shout out.
The young man looked at him, still smiling, but the assistant director suddenly felt as if he had been targeted by a wild beast, his heart skipping a beat, his hair standing on end, and uncontrollably took a half step back.
Seeing this, the young man did not mock him and shifted his gaze away from the assistant director.
"I'm not sure about other places, but in this part of Guangdong and Guangxi, I, Ye Tingxuan, do have some clout."
"Tsk."
The eighty-million-dollar actress couldn't help but scoff.
Guangdong and Guangxi?
He's young, but his words are big.
"Could it be that Miss Yang also wishes to stay and be a guest?"
The young man smiled and looked over.
